5630 




^, 




#ld iJllitr^ 




and Other 



R POEM^ 



GEORGE FRANKLIN RINEHART 

NEWTON. IOWA 



J 1 



Af 



m^ (glory 

anb QPtljrr Mar forma 



GEORGE FRANKLIN RINEHART 
NEWTON. IOWA 



APRIL 1918 






1 



\^' 



\^ 



l^hese contributions were written at various 
intervals between August 1917 and March 
1918. The author is glad to donate the en- 
tire profits of the sale of this little booklet to 



ORDER OF G. F. RINEHART, NEWTON, IOWA 
PRICE TWENTY-FIVE CENTS 



mh ^Inrjj 



I'm going to tell you a story, 
A tale of the land and the sea; 

The wonderful tale of Old Glory, 
The beautiful flag of the free. 

In Seventeen-seventy-seven, — 

It came not a moment too soon; — 

This glorious gif^^it of heaven 

Was born on the Fourteenth of Jime. 

Its father was just Revolution, 
Its mother was sweet Liberty; 

Its dower the great institution, — 
The Home of the brave and the free. 

'Twas born of a lineage hoary. 
And pure as the heavens above; 

And Betsy Ross nurtured Old Glory 
In the City of Brotherly Love. 

Then out in the world flew this stranger,- 
A beautiful sight you'll agree; — 

And first from the deck of the Ranger 
Asserted its rights on the sea. 

Since then it has sailed on the ocean. 
Since then it was carried on land; 

With victory always its portion. 

And righteousness always its stand. 

No man ever witnessed Old Glory 
In lands where it ought not to be; 

And whether on warship or dory. 
It never was wrong on the sea. 

Wright flew to the skies with Old Glory, 
And Peary bore it to the pole; 

And over the battlefield gory. 

It's known as the flag with a soul. 

Away with the traitor and tory! 

We've no room at all for the foe; 
The man without love for Old Glory, 

Should quickly salute it and go! 



Then here's to the heaUh of Old Glory, 
Wherever her folds are unfurled; 

Our hopes are enshrined in Old Glory, 
The grandest old flag in the world! 



Ur Pay (§iir i^bt 

"Lafayette, we are here. "--Pershing 

A loan for liberty, like love, repays 

Both borrower and lender wealth untold; 

And bread on waters cast, in future days 
Returns the righteous giver many fold; 

Thus we have come, to face a common foe 

And pay you, Lafayette and Rochambeau. 

We borrowed you against a time of need; 

And in behalf of liberty you came. 
Inspiring us by your heroic deed. 

Your only recompense undying fame; 
Now France needs bread, shall we return a stone? 
No, God forbid! Instead we pay our loan. 

Your hope and ours is in democracy. 

For force consumes and thus destroys itself; 

True culture can come only to the free. 
And is not born of empire, power or pelf; 

World freedom comes when empires all are dust, 

Enduring peace when armaments are rust. 

"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown," 
And it requires no prophet to foresee 

That old autocracies are tumbling down 
To pave the way for world-wide liberty; 

Your dreams and visions as a seer will yet 

Become realities, dear Lafayette. 

We gladly cross the ocean's wide expanse. 

And here we stay, with stars and stripes unfurled, 

In your, and in your great Bartholdi's, France, 
'Till liberty enlightens all the world; 

We're here to pay in full our nation's debt, 

So rest in peace, immortal Lafayette. 



®I)F (inly (Fliiuij ISrsprrtrli Haa tl|r Irrm^rg 

The Hun invaded Belgium and left behind a waste; 

The old men were assembled by a crumbling wall and shot; 
The boys and youths were sterilized and wives in lust embraced. 

And maidens that were virgins now are not; 
In fact the Hun polluted every creature pure and chaste, — 

The only thing respected was the brewery. 

To him a sacred treaty was a scrap of paper, and 
Neutrality a jest that he could trample in the mud; 

A pledge to him was nothing and he could not understand 

^Why crime should even leave a stain of blood; 

He left behind a crimson trail to dye a neutral land; ^ 

The only thing respected was ^le brewery. 

The homes and stores were looted and the torch was then applied. 
The churches were demolished and the pleading priests were killed; 

And those who dared to struggle, where they dared to struggle died; 
The Hun ran riot everywhere he willed; 

The ruins tell the story and it cannot be denied 
The only thing respected was the brewery. 

The orchards were uprooted and the vineyards blotted out. 

The wells and streams were poisoned and polluted in their turn; 

The landscape turned to chaos, form and shape were put to rout, — 
He did not leave a fragment that would burn; 

With babe upon his bayonet this son of Gott devout 
Derived his inspiration from the brewery. 



We asked a German farmer, rich as Croesus, for a loan 
To help the world democracy destroy the Prussian throne; 
To give our boys in khaki what they need to light the Hun, 
And win for Freedom everywhere, a place within the sun; 
And this is how he answered us: '"All vot you say," said he, 
"It interest me not at all; it nottings means to me." 

Here in this land of liberty, when we are sore oppressed. 
When every human being ought to do his bit and best. 
While Belgian women sadly weep and little children moan. 
This alien soul with purse obese refused the needed loan! 
Enriched beneath the stars and stripes, this puny little man 
Should be at once deported as a Hun-American. 



"No mercy will he shon'ii: no prisoners will he taken. "-- Wilhclm. 

Thus spoke the Prussian Menace full of weiner-wursts and beer. 
Who suffers from a moral lapse, a conscience in arrear; 
From culture misdirected and from knowledge misapplied. 
From good impulses buried and amenities denied; 
From view-point warped and twisted and revealing on the whole 
A fair concept of matter, but no vision of a soul. 

Thus spoke the cold autocracy, tlie principle of might, 

The brutal force that takes and holds regardless of the right; 

The iron rule where pity is accounted a disgrace, 

The rule that kills without a qualm, that "sinks without a trace;" 

I'he sheer enibodimcnt of force, iho ethics of tlic brule 

Who holds the righteous in contempt, the just in disrepute. 

Thus spoke the German Kultur and thus spoke the German Gott, — 
An idol in a coat of mail and all that God is not; — 
A deity with mailed fist and helmet on his head, 
At order of the Kaiser made and dyed a gory red; 
Howe'er, the world is not deceived, for it can plainly see 
Beneath the blood the legend; "I was made in Germany." 

Thus spoke their University where science is revealed. 
Where knowledge is exposed to view, morality concealed; 
Where righteousness is outlawed and the ethical denied. 
Where matter is exalted and the spirit crucified; 
Where "Blessed are the merciful" provokes a sneering oath; — 
A creed of Blood and Iron with the emphasis on both. 

Thus spoke the lure of conquest and the Prussian lust of power. 
That tramples treaties under foot, wrecks nations in an hour; 
Destroys the freedom of the seas, neutrality invades. 
Makes eunuchs of the captive youths and mistresses of maids; 
Which sneaks beneath the sea by day and through the air by night. 
And finds in slaughtered innocence its most supreme delight. 

The Kaiser loves the cruelty, the scientific code. 

That kills and maims in quantity, that slaughters a la mode; 

The awful reign of frightfulness he views with calm content. 

For all barbaric tragedies are done with his consent; 

The strategv* of liquid fire and poison gas appeals. 

And when he hears of women wronged, — O what a joy he feels! 



There's but one thing for us to flo in tliis niomerttous time. 

We must destroy this monstrous tiling, we must avenge this crime; 

This creature whose atrocities make countless miHions mourn. 

And curse the inauspicious day that such a beast was born; 

This military egotist, this bloody tyrant Hun, 

This brutal fiend must be dethroned, this Anti-Christ undone! 

This poem was inspired by a powerful sei nion by Bishop Cooke, of Helena. Mont., to whom it is respectfully dediratrrl 



I am going to take a chance in grand, heroic France, 
Where they told the bloody Hun: "You shall not pass!" 

Where they wade in muck and mire while they face the liquid fire 
And run the chance of breathing poison gas. 

I am going "over there" where they say the very air 

Is burdened with a weight of steel and lead; 
Where they struggle for the right in the trenches day and night 

And mingle with the dying and the dead. 

I will go across the sea with the army of the free, 
And fight the fight to win with might and main; 

I will try to stand the test and I'll do my very best 
To end the German Kaisex-'s brutal reign. 

But while I am away fighting Bodies night and day. 

That peoples all may be forever free; 
The rest is up to you, what do you propose to do 

To make the world safe for democracy? 

I am going "o'er the top" while you stay and raise a crop, 

I'll do my bit along with our allies; 
But I may be going "West" if you fail to do your best 

To furnish ammunition and supplies. 

I'll endure the dugout's stench and the cold and muddy trench 
And the gnawing of the "cooties" and the rats; 

If you furnish us with meat and a bigger crop of wheat. 
And share with us your sugar and your fats. 

When the Red Cross in its need asks support, let not your greed 

Withhold the bread and give instead a stone; 
And when your Uncle Sam asks for aid, don't be a clam 

But open up and make the gent a loan. 



tUhr iurl 



A David and Goliath, face to face. 

Confront each other on the bloody field. 

Foes of a century. Goliath bears 

A shield alleged to be impregnable. 

While on his brow he wears the brand of Cain. 

Within his hand a dripping sword, blood red, 

Explains the orphan and necropolis. 

He calls this "Kultur" and "efficiency,"— 

This militant Autocracy that is 

The sheer embodiment of primal force 

And claims its power of Gott. 

Before him stands 
Serene and confident Democracy, 
The youthful David and the man of peace, 
Armed ordy with a sling and righteousness. 
While free himself, he would have all men free! 
At any risk, this menace to the world 
Confronting him must be, by him, removed. 
This contest long delayed, this quarrel just. 
Must now be fought and settled once for all. 
That want and woe and misery may end 
And peace and joy return again to men. 

'Tie thus two opportunities await 

For sympathy and service. You and I 

Can aid and comfort either friend or foe, — 

Help one of these antagonists to win. 

Which shall we succor, which oppose? Will we 

Put razor edge to sword, or stone to sling? 

Which will we follow, God or Gott? Shall it 

Be Hohenzollern or the Nazarene? 

Shall we revert to savage type again, 

Make captives slaves and outrage womankind, 

Drink to the drowned, toast children slain at school. 

And trample on the treaty signed and sealed 

With all the so-called honor we possess? 

Shall we rely upon the god of war. 

And fire, and poison gas, and shell, and bomb. 

Tetanus germs and cyanide in sweets 

To certify our culture; or shall wc 

Find attestation in the arts of peace? 



If David fail for want of stone, or in 
This greatest test of courage of all time 
He cringes to this monster reeking red,— 
This dread Goliath with the fire and sword, — 
We perish with him, for the fight is ours; 
And Liberty is slain, and peace no more 
Except the peace of chains and slavery. 

So, win we must and will! Our David feels 
A fortitude sublime in righteousness; 
And when these combatants in final clash 
Spring to the fray, the braggart will succumb! 
The David of the sling will stand erect. 
And myriads of men the round world o'er, 
With hearts and hands and voices fidl and free. 
Will hail the advent of Democracy! 



iL\)t Nattnn'a (ipuarr^l 

" We have no quarrel with the German people. "-- Wilson 

The language of diplomacy may find excuse for Huns, 

And lay the blame on Kaiser Bill alone; 
But those who stand behind him also stand behind the guns, 

And keep the bloody monster on his throne. 

In infamy the Kaiser goes no further than he dare, 

And look the German people in the face; 
Although he is a demon as the world is well aware, 

He never sunk a ship "without a trace." 

The Kaiser, though a tyrant, never wrote the "Hymn of Hate,'' 

Nor dropped a bomb upon a public school; 
Although he is a Nero and a Herod down to date. 

His people as a whole endorse his rule. 

So, when we go a gunning for the Kaiser over sea. 

For weal or woe, whatever be our fate; 
A glance behind diplomacy reveals to you and me. 

The- Kaiser is supported by the "State." 

The language of diplomacy may find excuse for Huns, 

And lay the blame on Kaiser Bill alone; 
But those who stand behind him also stand behind the guns. 

And keep the bloody monster on his throne. 



lar tn iu^ Har 



From field and forum, factory and mill, 

The friends of peace have built, on shore and sea, 

A vast machine, designed to maim and kill. 
That from all future wars we may be free. 

There must be no more war; no brain nor brawn 
Nor blood and bones shall be in cannon cast; 

Out of the night of hate must come a dawn. 
And war become a nightmare that has passed. 

The time has gone when despot may compel 

Allegiance by the fiat of his will; 
And make a neutral world a super-hell. 

And neutral soil a shambles for his kill. 

Truth crushed to earth by arms shall rise again; 

The sullen roar of armaments shall cease. 
When, driven from his throne no more to reign. 

The War Lord humbles to the Prince of Peace. 

Who sheds man's blood, by man his blood is shed, 
The merciful, not merciless, are blessed; 

And Christ will reign when tyrants all are dead. 
Rewarding meek, consoling the oppressed. 

The Nazarene to save the world was sent. 

To capture it is Hohenzollern's goal: 
Which one will win? Which has the best intent? 

Which, though he gain the world, will lose his soul? 



When the world has hailed Democracy, triumphant from the fray, 
And Liberty becomes the priceless treasure of mankind. 

What tiien shall be our altiludc on that auspicious day 

When articles proclaiming peace with Germany are signed? 

Can we forget atrocities so savage in a day? 

Will we forgive offences to both righteousness and truth? 
Can we forget the children maimed at study and at play? 

Will we forgive the guilty hands that mutilated youth? 



And as for German music, will it shock the cultured ear, 
And can Teutonic symphony recover wholly free. 

From notes somewhat discordant that the ear attuned can hear, — 
The screams of women ravished and of children drowned at sea? 

And as for German science, can we very much admire 
The cold, perverted genius and the calculating skill. 

That reaches culmination in the fiendish liquid fire 
Or poison gas to torture diabolically and kill? 

Will "Made in Germany" again, that old, familiar sign. 
In every mart of commerce meet the patriotic eye? 

Will we remember maidens wronged behind the battle line? 
Will we forget the bloody hands and will we freely buy? 

Will we teach German language after all these monstrous wrongs, 
To cultivate disloyalty, to menace and disgrace. 

Or throw it in the melting pot where it of right belongs. 
And calmly let it vanish, — let it "sink without a trace?" 

I beg you to remember this is not a "Hymn of Hate;" 

For that my pen is shackled and my lips and tongue are mute; 

I can execrate a savage and a ruffian berate, 

I can bate a human being, but I cannot hate a brute. 



Just a little flour and sugar from our daily bill of fare, 

A little fat and quite a chunk of meat; 
A little self-denial and before we are aware. 

We'll have enough for all the world to eat. 

How long the job will last us not a living man can tell. 
We'll win the war although we fight alone; 

But if we heed our Hoover just as sure as war is hell. 
We'll drive the German Kaiser from his throne. 

If we would help the Kaiser we should feast and entertain, 

And selfishly forget the common good; 
But if we hate the Kaiser and desire to end his reign, 

We can do it by economizing food. 

We"ve a larger job before us than we counted on by half, 
The job is like our country, — mighty big; 

If you want to help the Kaiser, — sell a cow or kill a calf; — 
U you dearly love the Kaiser, — eat a pig. 



Nattnnal l|ymn 

Our land for which brave heroes died, 
The land of every patriot's pride; 
God grant that it may ever be 
The sanctuary of the free. 

Our flag composed of stripes and stars 
Bears no dishonored stains or scars; 
Beneath its folds all men are free 
And know the worth of liberty. 

Our strength, our peace, our happiness, 
Are anchored deep in righteousness. 
We share alike the common good 
With all mankind one brotherhood. 

Our native land, we love it well. 
And struggling peoples love to tell 
How it became so fair and free 
And led the way to liberty. 

Then let us sing its meed of praise 
May it enjoy full length of days 
Let paeans flow from tongue and pen 
For peace on earth, good will to men. 



(II1|P Ingagr of lurlr Bmn 

Our Uncle Sam has gone away, across the briny sea. 

He had a musket in his hand asid looked almighty grim; 

He said he'd kill the Kultur germ alTlicting Germany, 
Or otherwise we needn't look for him; 

He added, with a firmness that expressed determined will, 

That he would settle, once for all, that "damned old biitclier. Bill!' 

We hope wliile on his mission that he'll somehow find a way 
To ring for Belgium again her old-time freedom's bell. 

And drive out of Roumania, without a day's delay, 
The mania that's made of her a hell; 

And, while lie is about it, take from Servia tlie serve, 

And give her people liberty and peace as they deserve. 



Restore again to Poland all the land that is her own. 
Her heritage by every right Iiunianily holds dear; 

And, in beheading Prnssia, by beginning at the throne, 
Let Russia read again her title clear; 

In fact, of right, our Uncle Sam should strive with might and main, 

To give to bleeding France again all Alsace and Lorraine. 

The Kaiser's soul is withered like his syphilitic arm. 

And we rely in confidence upon our Uncle Sam, 
To drive the tyrant from his throne, destroy his power to harm. 

To take from Potsdam palace all its damn; 
In very truth his righteous task would yet remain undone 
Unless in retribution he should sterilize the Hun! 



®tmr tit Bcon a Iftt 

The average American is apt to get confused, 
While reading guarded statements that diplomacy has used; 
What savors much of fiction if advanced by you or me, 
In expurgated language is pronounced "diplomacy." 

Von Bernstorff too long tarried with his bribery and spies, 
Protesting friendship, all the while deceiving us with lies; 
And when we should have told him "Get to hell right out of here," 
We said instead, "Your passports, do not hurry, Bernie dear." 

And now the German traitor and the Hun-American, 
Are spreading wide sedition and what cussedness they can; 
And while they teach in German and in German language preach, 
The language of diplomacy defines it as "free speech." 

This courteous palaver is but camouflage at most. 

This feeding traitors taffy when they well deserve a roast; 

This lying called diplomacy, — I like it not a bit. 

The time has come to call a halt; — it's time to score a hit. 

It's with the German people that this nation has to fight, 
The Kaiser is their Deity, — to them he's always right; 
Lay not the reign of frightfulness alone on Kaiser Bill, — 
With Germany behind him he obeys the German will. 



A Mttttrh f rnplr 



You boys who wear the kliaki and the Stars and Stripes salute. 
One hundred million people are behind you e'en as one; 

We wish you boys to know this when you face the bloody brute 
Who bayonets a babe or rapes a nun. 

We wish you boys to understand, when in the muddy trench, 
Or in the dingy dugout, that dread, overcrowded hole; 

Enduring all the horroi-s, not the least of which is stench — 
As one man we are with you heart and soul. 

There's now and then a slacker whose ambition is to eat. 
And when the needy ask for bread he tenders them a stone; 

He loves what he can steal from you, enjoys your piece of meat. 
And then refuses Uncle Sam a loan. 

But these, thank God! are far between, in numbers very few, 
And getting fewer every day; and right is going to win; 

And Uncle Sam, that good old soul, is ever staunch and true. 
And he'll be with you when you reach Berlin. 

And when the time conies, as it will, for you to meet the foe. 
To face the bloody butcher and to bravely do and dare. 

We want you to remember, just as o'er the top you go. 
The nation is behind you over there. 

And, while we know, as Sherman said, that war is but a hell. 

And, though your cause is righteous, yet grim death will take his toll; 

We wish you to remember, whether things go ill or well. 
You're fighting for a nation with a soul. 

Though death in war oft overtakes the bravest and the best, 
Immortal fame is recompense for soldiers good and true; 

And if, perchance, though God forbid! you should be going West, 
Remember loving hearts bleed here for you. 



A ICau^abk Ambttton 

I want to be a barber and with the barbers stand, 

A Wade and Butcher razor within a steady hand; 

1 want a shop in Berlin, close to the throne of Might, 

I want to shave the Kaiser— goodnight, GOODNIGHT, GOODNIGHT! 



LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 

018 407 536 2 •] 




